The Big THREE
I say it every other day, but it’s next to impossible to believe that I’ve loved this girl so fiercely for THREE WHOLE YEARS. She’s made us laugh more than anyone EVER. Her loveliness and sweet and sassy spirit make me admire her daily, hourly. Her independence and silliness make me shake my head just as often. Her exuberance and joy can bring me to happy tears and inspire me like nothing else.
Today I wanted to go for a buggy ride (like only Lancaster County, PA can do) and go to the kids’ science museum or the park. That was definitely not the plan in her mind. She wanted to go for coffee with grandma, go to the play area at the mall, look at toys and have chicken in the food court. Then play in the sprinkler and the baby pool and have shrimp and french fries and ketchup for dinner. And cake.
The evening was spent eating outside with shrimp and french fries and ketchup and blueberries for the little ones, watering the garden, removing all clothes (her, not us!), a lot of hose drenching for everyone(a LOT) and surprise cupcakes that were the remnants of the birthday cake that’s being made. It felt so good to play in the water. To get completely drenched while I watched her squeal with delight. I think we all need a little bit more of that letting go, that letting kids drench us with the hose on a hot day.
In the morning, on the way out from coffee with grandma, she looked up and realized that she could still see the moon. She turned to my mom and said, “Is it my gift?” My mom paused for a second(not entirely sure what she meant) and Mia continued, “Yes – from God. Did I wish for it? For my burpee? Is it special for me?” (Translation: birthday). Yes, we told her. Of course it is!
About 30 minutes after she went to bed tonight, a crazy thunderstorm hit. I jumped twice because it was so loud before we heard crying. We thought it was Nick, but that crazy guy slept through it all tossing and turning only a tiny bit to express that it was all annoying him a bit. Mia, though, was “A-scared.” I sat and rocked her through a lot of thunder and lighting, enjoying the time with her sitting still in my lap in the rocker. Through muffled talking and covered ears, we whispered about angels bowling and she decided that it was the Care Bears, too. They were all up in the clouds having a bowling birthday party for her and they must have thought it was her wish, but it wasn’t. So she wanted to wish that they would stop. For her burpee, special for her.
I want to believe in wishes like that again.
Happy Birthday Sweet, Sweet Girl! I can’t wait to see what Year Three brings:)
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